how we shuffled when we wanted light
how we focused when we thought we might...
too many miles short of effective
wished blast radius would defy
physics rather than us

a deadened region with too many poked holes
been raining fire but it just leaks through
a great calamity sieve
the violence slides by
sorting the useless
bent and empty
metal shells of ordinance

nothing to see here
some foreign power
dropped a scrap heap
from its stealth fleet.

A tremendous Bronx cheer
Signaling the end is near
An unquenchable fear
Like the Irishman's thirst for beer

the last one fell over, some slim-to-nonexistant, transitional.
fuck newton and fuck you
private curses to the pavement
nothing it hasn't heard from car tires before mind you.
refined rubber my ass
they still make it from sulfur and fire, in the end.

echoes lightly tinny thin
deflects off suburban garage doors and back acting
as if emanating from a small speaker in your large television (off, always off)

horns and hooves.
and idle hands.

Tread the path to the divine
three point one four one five nine

You name it, I'm full of it
Piss, shit, blood or wonder
Walking like a waterbed with bones in it
Walking like cousinfucking thunder

A random generator parsing old Facebook posts produced the following brilliant lines for me:

My broke ass is willing to reiterate
the sheer violence in my memory
the heavy riffing sections are the bomb.

All I want to start me up in the case of mistaken identity?
Look at an academic paper.
You raise a valid point, Ruth.

And what are fiendish,
Consciousness is a much higher melting temperature.
We have some surprises in store.

Bear is filled with high art despite what skeptics may claim.
Band name, not the best kind.
That's the Dalek's bollocks.

Since I would like a potential hazard to lowflying aircraft,
All three billion Asians can't be wrong.
Looking for interested parties to distill cockroaches.

This is damn good wine, she said,
At least the hands of a marmoset about it,
There's structure, there's Giant Squid I know it.

I will be very well the day authoritarianism comes full circle,
If you had a very definition of modesty.
Ashtray full of eels.

Oh, this is vital information on the Atlantic Ocean floor.
Come down to the original box,
I will deliver you from a mighty nature.

I've been under the 20th century's greatest philosophers,
We must enlarge them.
These are squids, giant inflatable man.

I'm hoping against hope there's a novel and innovative concept.
Not as much as I am anatomically devoid of it
We might truncate it.

The robots know how to pen a tune, fact.

They have indeed been toying with syntactic brilliance for years, but now, they really are starting to put the whole picture together.

That shit is amazing.

Additionally, purely as a coincidence i am sure, i *also* seek interested parties with whom to pursue the noble scientific purpose of cockroach distillation.

You raise a decent regiment of pikemen and I have massive respect for it.

^^^
Might be the single best line I've managed to coax out of the thing. Though "Considering there's no postpunk here, I will look into death metal" sounds like something I'd think wandering the city for live music on a Friday night.

the soundwall crushd its tiny frame
some pulpmass slid round evry drain
ordered now. they showed us how.
to weigh and list (and spell and grade)

erupted out its skin
some countless tiny beasts
all flighty stingers in
they tried to hide at least

the signs they said would show did so.
they lifted off the walls.
still
we doubted when they said we'd know
but then we heard their calls.

the text was screaming out for aid
its terrifying shriek.
and we could tell it was afraid
when it began to speak

Stoner rock:

Got the walrus, got the meat
Got the bastards, got the beat
Got the honkies, got the street
Got the devil, got the heat

Oh yeah baby make the sign of the goat
Oh yeah baby he's the host with the most
Oh yeah baby make the sign of the goat
of the goat... Oh yeah motherfucker

Got the rhino, got the horn
Got the poacher, got the porn
Got the mollusc, got the shell
Got the demon, got the hell

Oh yeah baby make the sign of the goat
Oh yeah baby he's the host with the most
Oh yeah baby make the sign of the goat
Oh yeah, of the goat yeah, Mao Zedong

I liked this one.